No Man Is An Island

No man is an island,Entire of itself,Every man is a piece of the continent,A part of the main.If a clod be washed away by the sea,Europe is the less.As well as if a promontory were.As well as if a manor of thy friend'sOr of thine own were:Any man's death diminishes me,Because I am involved in mankind,And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

Elegy Iv: The Perfume

Once, and but once found in thy company,All thy supposed escapes are laid on me;And as a thief at bar is questioned thereBy all the men that have been robed that year,So am I (by this traiterous means surprized)By thy hydroptic father catechized.Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes,As though he came to kill a cockatrice,Though he hath oft sworn that he would remove